Here are some thoughts from someone navigating this…
“When I was 19, I participated in a religious retreat called The Emmaus Walk. I was the youngest on this particular weekend by at least a decade and that proved significant. After a heavy session, men were encouraged to write down those sins they wished to be unburdened of and, in a grand symbolic gesture, take them forward and burn them.
Returning to my pew, I noticed that many men wept, sobbed actually, the bitter tears of regret. Noting my puzzlement, my mentor, a man 40 years my senior and whom I dearly loved, quietly sat down beside me.
“Why are they crying?” I asked. Continue Reading →